Her eyes have a haunted look.
She has seen too much.
Her innocense taken without a thought.
Has she ever had a loving touch?

She is pale and solemn.
The closer I get the better I can see,
wearing all black with her hair dyed the same,
she shoulders the world with ease.

Black makeup covers her eyes.
Eyes of blue are covered by contacts of white.
Knowing her fate is waiting,
she's trying to hide from a world of spite.

No one knows her secrets. 
No one truly cares.
She hangs her head and starts to walk.
She has a blank ever-constant stare.

Within this mirror I can see,
my sickness, my horrors, my pain.
Will I ever be free from this torture?
I walk out of my room as it starts to rain.

At the door of the house,
I stop and and turn, I face the pain.
I turn to leave this torture behind.
I walk into the cold winter rain.

I dont know where I'll go.
There's one word to describe the look in my eyes.
Free is what I feel.
I will no longer hide.